Undercover Orgasm

When I was just discovering the joys of jerking off, one of the fantasies that titillated me the most was the thrill of getting caught. When I think of hot masturbation stories from my past, I always recall one time when my parents and I took a trip to the Jersey shore. On the way home, my dad drove, my mom sat in the passenger seat, and I sat in the back. After about 20 minutes passed, I started getting restless and horny. I was wearing a bathing suit and a T-shirt, so I leaned forward a little bit, put my hands through my shirt sleeves, and let my hand slip into the leg of my bathing suit so I could lightly caress my cock; my unsuspecting parents mere inches away.

I didn't want to make a sound, so I gently glided one finger over the side of my throbbing cock in a way that wouldn't cause any rough friction or noise. I couldn't get a good grip on my dick, so I knew it would take focus and a ton of time to reach my climax. However, the thought of my parents just a foot away, both having not a clue what was happening, thrilled me in a way that made my mouth dry, my fingers tremble, and my firm cock quiver in anticipation of a desperate sexual release.

I knew it would take plenty of work to cum, but I also knew that when I got there, it would be one of the most explosive orgasms I'd ever had. The minutes passed, but the pace of my finger against my burning member didn't waiver. I had to keep it slow... I had to be patient. Finally, my parents started asking if I wanted to stop for dinner. Distracted, I replied that I didn't care. Unfortunately, they were hungry and we were going to be stopping any minute. I stayed focused on my pulsating penis. As my pointer finger crept slowly back and forth over my cock's swollen head, I wondered which would come first: dinner, or me.

After maybe 25 minutes, we pulled into a diner parking lot in New Jersey. Just as my dad hit the brakes to turn into the lot, I felt my helpless cock surrender to the steady movement of my patient finger. The explosion came in waves, as hot, sticky semen shot in metered squirts onto my hand and into my bathing suit. My parents without a clue.

When it was time to get out of the car, I pressed my subsiding erection to the side of my bathing suit and made sure my shirt hung puffy in the front. Walking into the restaurant, I felt semen cooling off against my legs and lower stomach, my satisfied dick returning to a relaxed state inside my bathing suit. It was a sticky dinner, and a crusty ride home, but, man, was it worth it.